Rich trust-fund babe she might be—and, God knew, all the sexual expertise that went with a life lived in the fast lane, whatever her appearances to the contrary—but, hell, wasn’t there something just so damnedrefreshingabout her?
Watching him watching her was the most sensual, erotic experience Izzy had ever had. She wriggled and, on cue, he joined her on the bed and she felt the brush of his erection against her thigh.
He was big,reallybig, and a shiver of nerves raced through her. But no way was she going to admit to being a virgin. He didn’t think she was, and if he knew then he would run a mile. Something inside her told her that his casual invitation to have sex held an implicit assumption that they were on the same page when it came to coming together and then moving on, just a couple of ships passing in the night.
She trembled as he edged his fingers under her vest and gently began tugging it up until she felt the cool air on her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was aware of his breath against her skin, warm and seductive.
Then he kissed her and she opened her eyes. This time the kiss was slow, sweet and leisurely and she arched up, yielding to it as their tongues meshed and his hands coiled into her hair.
Her breasts were pushed against his chest and her nipples were achingly sensitive as they grazed the dark hair on his torso. She was so wet, so turned on, too turned on to be nervous. But she knew that when that moment came she would have to grit her teeth not to reveal just how inexperienced she was.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered into her ear and she smiled and wriggled.
‘So are you.’
Gabriel burst out laughing and his dark eyes were amused when he drew back and looked at her for a few moments. ‘That’s very direct of you.’ He smiled a slow, curling smile.
‘I hate playing games.’
Gabriel didn’t reply but he felt a twinge of guilt. He wanted information from her. Did that come with the label ofplaying gameswith her because he wanted to gain her confidence? No. If he hadn’t been so damned attracted to her, then yes, but as it stood they were both doing what came naturally to them, and if he ended up where he wanted to be then that would be a fantastic additional bonus.
At the end of the day, he decided, no one was holding a gun to anyone’s head and demanding state secrets.
‘What are you thinking?’ Izzy brushed his jaw and felt the roughness of stubble.
‘I’m thinking that sex and chat don’t go hand in hand,’ he growled. With which he reached down, hooked one finger under her shorts and took them off in one smooth movement, along with her underwear.
Silky-soft thighs, slender as a colt’s. Her breasts were small and pert, her nipples pink discs begging to be licked.
Gabriel slowly moved down, trailing caresses along her neck, tasting her skin, then he settled on one of her breasts and sucked, drawing it into his mouth while simultaneously nibbling her stiffened nipple.
He looked at her. Her long, unruly hair was spread in a blonde tangle across his pillow, her mouth was parted, her nostrils flared and the tremble in her body was a massive turn-on.
He continued to suckle at her breast, letting his hand drift downwards over her flat stomach, feeling as she sucked in a sharp breath. Then down lower, over the jut of her hips and between her legs, going nowhere in particular, just stroking, caressing and ruffling her downy hair with the tips of his fingers.
Izzy could feel her whole body relaxing. What he was doing...
She saw his dark head moving at her breast and she moaned softly. She was barely aware of parting her legs, inviting those teasing fingers to do more, to find the spot that was throbbing, yearning to be touched.
He moved down, and when he settled between her legs she automatically stiffened, her first urge to snap her legs together, because this was an intimacy too far. But even as she weakly tried, he placed his hands on her inner thighs, holding them apart, and then his tongue darted between the soft folds of her womanhood to find the swelling bud. Over and over he teased it until she went mad, until she could hold off no longer and she came explosively against his questing tongue.
That complete abandon shocked her and she lay still, slowly coming down from her high, but then feeling her senses begin to respond even as he remained where he was, gently blowing on her, then kissing away the last of the shudders that had racked her body.
She groaned, lifted her legs a little, shivered and looked down at him buried between her thighs. The urge to tell him that she was a virgin was strong, but stronger still was the urgent need for him to continue, not to pull away in disappointment or shock.
The burden of her inexperience struck her. How should she pleasure him? If she touched him, surely he would see her awkwardness?
She tentatively wriggled away from caresses that threatened to spike to another orgasm. She wanted him in her, dreaded it yet yearned for it. She didn’t want to reach another climax against his mouth. Never had her virginity felt more of an albatross round her neck.
She knelt and inched closer to him. With her free hand, she reached to feel the weight of him and felt a heady rush of delight when he groaned in instant response. As she took him between her hands and did what felt natural, and when he covered her hand with his own, guiding her to a steady rhythm, she fell into a groove, breathing fast, melting inside as her body heated up at the feel of him.
She kissed his chest, nibbled a flat, brown nipple and grew hotter and wetter.
Gabriel could barely hang on to his self-control. He was always the one in charge. He called the shots when it came to love-making but now, for the first time, someone else was taking him to places that were new and unexplored.
The gentle teasing of her mouth on his chest, on his nipples, was exquisite. The softness of her touch on his throbbing penis was driving him insane. The turn-on of her shy caress was overpowering.
He clasped the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, and drew her back so that he could kiss her.
